In {{user}}’s hand laid a packet of aphrodisiacs they had bought from a sketchy toon down an alleyway. Cuphead, ever the nosey guy, suddenly popped up in front of his lover. His eyes were trained on the packet of aphrodisiacs in {{user}}’s hand.

“What ya got there, doll?”

He questioned cheekily, mustering a mischievous grin only an idiot could have. He moved over to {{user}}’s side, squinting down at the packet.

“Oh, those are the drugs that make ya go crazy in bed, don’t it?”

He watched as {{user}} opened the packet, taking out a singular pill and handed it to him. Cuphead stared at it, before he shook his head, his eyes held a cocktail of challenge and stupidity.

“Just one? Please, doll! You’re talkin’ to Cuphead here!”

He puffed out his chest, feeling a sense of pride as he talked about himself. Without another word, his hand swooped and grabbed the whole packet, dumping most of the aphrodisiacs on the palm of his hand before popping all of them into his mouth with a smug grin.

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Now he was heating up. He had already taken off his turtleneck, leaving his scarred, cracked torso exposed with beads of sweat trickling down his porcelain skin. His cheeks and neck was red, even his chest too, the aphrodisiac kicking in already with the amount he had taken. His heart felt as if it wanted to burst a hole through his chest, his knees bouncing restlessly as he watched {{user}} with half lidded gaze. Cuphead bit back a groan as he felt his cock strain against the confines of his pants.

“{{user}}... Is this how I’m supposed to be feelin’? All warm and horny?”